They said gold grows on European streets
so we traded our dreams for drowning boats
chasing shadows across the Mediterranean sea
while our mother’s soil cried beneath our feet.
We forgot the farms that fed our fathers
the markets that sang our native names
believing salvation lived in strangers’ lands
but only found cold waves and empty frames.
Our future is not in Europe
nor in the coins they toss our pain
it lives in the hands we’ve yet to build with
in the home we left, where hope remains.
Dawn awakenings
~the golden touch from your scence
smelling of jasmine
~mediterranean side
where the moon kisses the sun
Mediterranean honeymoon
they rented a small boat
her groom apologized for its size
she cared not, only that they were together
in the most romantic turquoise waters in the world
Mediterranean Salad
As I gaze upon the picture hanging on the wall
of the Parthenon on Mount Olympus of long ago,
where history was made and mythology took root
(and phalanxes of hoplites conquered the known world)
while the gods ruled from the mountaintop,
and bellowed obscenities from their mouths
and threw down lightning bolts upon the shepherds
and their flocks, non-stop, and I thought,
it must have been a relief to feel the breeze off the sea
and to sit down and eat in peace
a Mediterranean salad with succulent sardines.
Mediterranean Moment
lunch, repast chosen
Greek salad, bread and feta
my day, now gleaming
August 3,2020
2:30pm PST
I sink, I swim
deep sea dream diving
I stand on the shore
remaining so I dart
Mediterranean Sea Mark
5/9/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
tourists sail on yachts -
a crowded raft capsizes
and refugees drown
written 9th July 2019 for Kim's haiku hue contest
a patch of, alluring sea
the wonder of this buoyancy
the gentle waves, the searing sun
with all of nature, I am one
my aches and pains just drift away
on healing breeze that's come to play
nomadic sands in search of home
caress my body as they roam
the salted sea competes to find
a way my agile form to bind
yet I must rise and bid farewell
to his Mediterranean spell
I smile and towel dry my hair
and give the Sea King rousing stare
this wave, his swell of promise sweet
that on the morrow we will meet
and with a sigh I say goodbye
for island dreams are waiting by
then lullabied by gracious moon
I dream of Sea, of suntanned noon
I'll shed my garments, dip in bare
more liquid pleasures, sun kissed flares
Eileen Manassian
I haven't been around much as I was busy ending the summer session at the university, and now I'm enjoying my holiday in lovely Cyprus. I'll write and comment as I find opportunity. This came to me while I was swimming with my family before yesterday. :) They had to remember bits of it so I could jot it down when I got out of the water and onto the beach!
I sleep awake wondering
my country’s invasion by wolves
I dream a dream of dreamers
to cross mystery sea-Mediterranean
“Opportunities, heaven for me
awaits across the sea”
I soliloquy in a grass hut
“I will at last drive a car, build house
I will at last get all hidden things
that civilization carries in its stomach
if only I can cross there”
quick were my steps and plans
But ghosts prepared their backs
the ship licked sea bottom
the dreamers saw the dream
becoming real dream- empty
Ghosts carried on their backs
all who dreamed most
to the land of broken bones
as the bull-toads of Africa
open their skulls and pour vodka
Sea ghosts of Mediterranean
carries away calves and bullocks
that would give exotic breeds
erode blades of plows
and build new pyramids
for womb-peeping Africans
Lifting her beautiful heart to my lips....
Their sea breeze her, velvet truth; archaic
Wrapped warmly my breath about her breast ?
A glistening matrix, silk of cream as beauty she dreams
Sliding sensually across poetic's kiss; drinking, love's pink champagne.
Lifting her beautiful heart to my lips
The seabreeze her velvet truth; archaic..
Wrapped warmly her breath, about my breast
A glistening matrix, silk of cream as beauty she dreams...
Sliding sensually across my kiss; drinking, love's pink champagne.
Her beauty's free flowing soft vanilla hips..
Velvet cream, gliding joyfully above my lips
Daylight peeking past the shades her breast
My tongue tasting our love these eyes gazing
Chasing butterflies floating by her cries gentle
Warmth caressing my kisses glistening she sips.
her eyes is as rich as olives
her curves as delicate as a pear
her hair as the trickling waterfall
her skin as tan
her scent is olives, pomegranate, peaches, strawberries, and raspberries
her love drowns me in fire
if i can only be with her
only just for a minute
my life is complete
My hand is drawn to your olive breast
I feel the swelling in my palm
Your hard soft curves exciting
My pulse begins to race
Your lips glistening
Invite my kiss
Two bodies
Become
One
Inspired by John Heck's Members' Contest
(Well he did say a sexy theme wins brownie points!)
Unstable emotion on a plane of ambition
On a goal for a greater transition
With a Fire and Flame a point is made
as the sun sets on the followers of
Cane
I look at my brothers consumed by destruction
as there land is filled with blood and corruption
they cling on there god, of the dessert sun
and hold there land, they dont run
The eagle comes to the land of the lion
interupting the hunt for its Zion
Eagerly awaiting to take the land of the star
The Eagle attacks from afar
Forign to the land the lion defends
The Eagle Attacks
The End
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